"Then we good."
"Wait…" the temperature dropped; Emi's face shriveled.
"Ay bro, come on, shoot the man!" the pistol jammed.
"You tried," said he who got shot, "-I got my suit dirtied for naught."
"Yo, yo, SHOOT HIM," screamed the thug in fear as the dead man stood with bullet wounds.
*Death Element: Hand of God, Heart Break,* the palm clenched followed by moans of pain. To their knees and on the floor, no blood, nothing, the gunmen died a painless death as he squashed their hearts.
"W-what h-happened," asked she with a sweaty snot-filled face.
"About the question earlier, what a commoner can do," he held out a hand, "-you were mistaken," she reached and grabbed, "-I'm not a commoner. Do forgive my lack of courtesy, I'm Staxius Haggard, King of Arda, the one who rightly owns thy life."
